My home office contains a large closet, and like large
closets everywhere, it is stuffed full of god-knows-what. And so, to set a good example for the other
members of my family (read that: to avoid being a big ole hypocrite who makes
other people clean up their rooms without dealing with my own mess), I set out
to boogie that bad boy.
I’ve done two of ten shelves so far. Things I’ve found on those two shelves:
purchased for my children to be used as entertainment on long car trips,
stashed in the closet so long they are now too babyish for my 11 and 7
year old kids.
of my youth, like a rainbow bandana covered with buttons sporting funny,
stupid, or political remarks, such as:
Bread Not Bombs
Stop Staring at My Button
God is Coming, and is She Pissed
and boxes of check duplicates, going back a decade. (I don’t use those
anymore. Never, ever use check
dupes. What do you need them
for? They make baby check dupes in
the closet when you’re not looking.
And when you boogie your closet you have the shred the damn things,
because they have account numbers and whatnot on them. No dupes!)
like 4,000 of them, stuffed into boxes.
The photos were never sorted, not even to remove the “what the heck
is that” and the “thumb in front of the lens” pics. I put the boxes back in the closet
because I am not sorting through 4,000 pictures. Not this year.
files on 3.5 inch floppy disks, going back as far as college. Are there any computers that use those
cent stamps. Anyone remember when
19 cents was enough to mail a letter?
- My New York State driver’s license, circa mid
- Paper coin rollers, which inspired me to package up some of the loose change on my desk. People, I had EXACTLY one roll’s worth ($10) of quarters. How often does that happen?
actually find any monsters. Yet.